You Fish, Swim, Eat, Laze

Escape Through Travel Works. Almost From The Moment I Boarded My Flight, Life In England Became Meaningless. Seat-belt Signs Lit Up, Problems Switched Off. Broken Armrests Took Precedence Over Broken Hearts. By The Time The Plane Was Airborne I'd Forgotten England Even Existed.

There's One Massive Problem With Coming From Writing Novels Into Screenplays That I've Discovered Over The Years, Which Is That You've Got Too Much Facility On The Page. In Novels, You Can Persuade People Of Things That Work That Don't Really Work.

When You Develop An Infatuation For Someone You Always Find A Reason To Believe That This Is Exactly The Person For You. It Doesn’t Need To Be A Good Reason. Taking Photographs Of The Night Sky, For Example. Now, In The Long Run, That’s Just The Kind Of Dumb, Irritating Habit That Would Cause You To Split Up. But In The Haze Of Infatuation, It’s Just What You’ve Been Searching For All These Years.

Tourists Went On Holidays While Travellers Did Something Else. They Travelled.

I Can Kid People, Including Myself, Into Believing That Something On The Page Will Work. But When You Film It, You Just Think, "oh ...".